Every day I take my small dog for a walk. This is a joyous adventure for her as squirrels beg to be chased, birds make the mistake…
We walk slowly along the country road; my dog sniffs passionately at every tuff, every twig, stopping abruptly for some mysterious odor…
Ulysses The Scribe
The name’s Ulysses. I don’t live in Ithaca.
I flew to Detroit, Michigan one late September day in 2005 to meet a breeder in the gigantic airport. She drove over…
I was told this when I was eight or nine
Damn, I miss getting that invitation to a happy childhood! There is no coincidence, and when Ningshen suggested that I…